The Softest Part of Us
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He held my hand like it was his, teased me with silent touches, and never said what he truly felt.
I never asked. I was too scared to break the quiet.
We were cousins. Best friends. Almost something more.
But then came the distance, the silence, the accident... and the part of me I lost with him.
This isn't a love story.
It's a story about everything we never said-and the pieces of us that still remained.
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